Hey! Brandon! guess what?
(looks furtively over shoulder) I didn't get my girlfriend anything either, but I got these nifty fake passports, and false Identity papers...
I ran out of gas! I got a flat tire! I didn't have change for cab fare! I lost my tux at the cleaners! I locked my keys in the car! An old friend came in from out of town! Someone stole my car! There was an earthquake! A terrible flood! Locusts! IT WASN'T MY FAULT, I SWEAR TO GOD! .......*grin*
(incidentally, Cpl Haas, I doubt it would do any good to leave the country. She might be able to fly or run at superspeed or read minds or something, I'm not sure just yet.)
<font size=-1>[ This Message was edited by: Brandon on 2002-02-20 10:44 ]</font>
Actually, I disagree with it for one reason in particular: It celebrates a false premise.
Love is a biochemical reaction, you can get the same sensation by eating lots of Chocolate. That, and a Heart isn't anything more than a very efficient pump...
<font size=-1>[ This Message was edited by: Cannonshop on 2002-02-20 21:10 ]</font>
This is true, Cannonshop. I get a feeling of euphoria similar to what you're experiencing when relieving a planetary dignitary from the burdens of his head (nucleus, what have you...) The heart is only an efficient pump when fluid runs through it.
BAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Hmm. Brandon, your first task as Valentine's Slave is to find some chocolate for Killroy. No being should live without experiencing Earth's greatest comfort food.
And also some carob for myself, Bran - it's at the co-op. You know what the lactose does to me.